He’s lazy about it at first, kissing and nipping at my clit and muttering loving praises while he’s high off his ass. But he gets into it pretty quickly; those leisurely licks and sucks turn into the best oral I have ever received.
Even when he’s sober, that man will devour me until my thighs shake and I’m dripping down his chin and he’s still slurping up my juices like I’m his only water source for miles. Moaning and groaning loudly because my thighs are squished around his pretty face, and he’s getting hornier, so he’s humping the mattress to relieve the heavy bulge in his shorts. But that’s not working now, is it?
So when I finally cum after he was tounge-fucking my pussy, lapping me up until there’s nothing left, sitting back on his heels and wiping his chin. And after taking a quick break, he gets on top of me, and I could clearly see the growing erection, palming himself before dragging down his shorts and boxers and kicking them somewhere in the room. And God, he’s got a pretty dick. Already leaking and big.
“Plan B?” I nod, and he’s crawling on top of me, spreading my legs wider with his knee until he is snug between my thighs and his length is pressed against my aching cunt because this is making me wet all over again. He discards his shirt and dives down to kiss me, poking his tongue into my mouth so I could taste myself, salty and sweet. He positions himself at my entrance and eases in slowly; he’s high and horny, and this is the best day of his life as far as he knows. He just ate me out, and now he’s gonna fuck me into the mattress. The thought alone makes his hips jerk into mine, and I gasp.
He kisses all over my face and down my chest, sucking one of my tits while groping the other. Then he starts moving, speeding up as he goes, stretching me and whispering sweet things into my ear, “Good girl.” “That’s my girl.” “Yeah baby, juuuust like that.” “Oh, you’re bein’ s’good f’me baby.”
And my cunt clenches because I love praise, he brings his thumb down to rub my clit, and I cum again on his dick while moaning like a bitch in heat. He quiets me with simple kisses, but he’s still moving inside me; the slick noises of my pulsing pussy spurred him on, but he holds himself back. “Where?” because he’s afraid Plan B won’t do the trick, I tell him on my belly. And I felt him grow thicker inside me before pulling out and spurting on my stomach, warm and sticky ropes of seed paint my belly. He pants and collapses on top of me, kissing my chest and the hickies he left as he was fucking me, muttering shaky ‘I love you’ and ‘My pretty girl, doing so good.’ until we both fall asleep.
I LOVE YOU BOBBY FRANKLIN FUCK YES
